Amah. Yes. He go drink whisky soda.
Daisy. Do you know what he wants?
Amah. What for he tell me no listen? So fashion I sabe he say something I wanchee hear. He wanchee you leave Peking.
Daisy. I won't go.
Amah. Harry velly silly man. He alla same pig. You pull thisa way, he pull thata way. If Harry say you go from Peking—you go.
Daisy. Never, never, never!
Amah. You go away from Peking you never see George anymore.
Daisy. I should die. Oh, I want him! I want him to love me. I want him to hurt me. I want.... [In her passion she has dug her hands hard into the Amah.]
Amah. [Pushing away Daisy's hands.] Oh!
Daisy. He loves me. That's the only thing that matters. All the rest....